Bianca
Strong Urge
Hi again folks. I had 3 poops today that were solid, but one of them was urgent. While typing up an Email just minutes after doing my second poop, my 3rd urge came that got worse as I wrote. I just had to go before I finished my message. By the time I got into the bathroom, I felt it sliding down. This poop urge was like how when you have to pee worse the closer you get to the toilet. I involuntarily started pushing as I was sitting down, and the solid poop came out at a steady pace in one load. I'm sure you all have had one of these urges before, and if so, I'd love to read your experiences! Bye!
LC
Replies and Pool Party Clog
@Optional Dev, I appreciate the kind words.
@Charles, thanks for the note. Yeah, it's too bad so many, especially women, have been shamed over these types of things. Here's one such story, as per your request.
This story occurred nearly 20 years ago towards the end of our freshman year of high school. One of our friends invited a group of us over for an afternoon pool party. His parents weren't home until late that evening, so we had the run of the place. The two female friends I mentioned earlier were there as well. The small get-together carried on into the early evening. By this time, some kids had gone home while others were listening to music in the garage or shooting hoops. The two girls, one other guy friend, and me sat at a small table near the hot tub, which itself was also off to the side of the pool. Our guy friend decided he wanted see what others were doing in the garage and excused himself after a natural break in conversation. That left the three of us at the table.
For those wondering, the first of the two had blonde hair and blue eyes despite being of Italian descent, about 5'6 and had a curvy, youthful figure. She has a great sense of humor and an infectious laugh. She also had a lot of suitors. She was the one who mentioned that she blew up the school bathroom and would also cut SBDs in class and let nearby guys get blamed. The second was taller, 5'10 or 5'11, brunette, looked more Mediterranean even though her family was from the UK. She was also curvy fit and an emerging star on the girls varsity soccer team as a goalie, despite the fact she was only a freshman. She went on to play in college as well.
Soon after he left, the first volunteered that she needed to use the bathroom badly and left the table. She had been away for about ten minutes by the time she returned. She laughed as she told us that it all went down but that the toilet may not flush properly. She also warned us that the bathroom needed time to air out.
I had to pee and made my way over to the bathroom after a couple minutes. The door was shut and I heard the buzz of the fan on the other side. I opened the door and her strong, eggy scent quickly greeted me. It was powerful and thick, and filled up the deep, rectangular bathroom. I flipped on the lights. The toilet was in the far right corner opposite the door. The toilet was square and stout looking, standard white porcelain with a deep basin. I closed the door behind me.
I walked over to the toilet and I peered inside as I prepared to relieve myself. I could tell that it didn't refill all the way. The water sat noticeably below a water line that barely stained the otherwise well maintained porcelain. Light brown streaks marked up the bowl in spiral fashion. The shallow water suspended bits of poo and paper near the bottom. More bits and paper seemed to emerge from behind the bend as my stream strafed the hole. My pee lasted quite a while, which provided moments of solitude to further familiarize myself with her aroma. It was similar to what I had smelled in class, but more pungent and ripe.
I flushed once I finished. The bowl filled with water but didn't drain. I began to feel alarmed as the water level threatened to brim to the bowl threshold. I didn't see a plunger. Fortunately the water level stabilized before it spilled over. More bits and paper swirled around. I opened the cabinets below the double vanity and found an old plunger with a wooden handle and red rubber cup tucked away behind other stocks of toiletries.
I carefully insert the plunger into the water so as not to spill any. I didn't want to have to clean up any of the dirty water. I pressed the cup over the trap and gave it four or five pumps. More brown bits filled the bowl before the clog dislodged. Water raced around the cup and I could hear it pour into the empty pipes beneath the toilet. I flushed again and waited for the toilet to refill to clean off the plunger. I shook it around in the water, the level of which now matched the slight discoloration on the porcelain. I tried to shake it dry over the tub and then returned it under the sink.
I washed up and left the bathroom with the fan running, as her scent barely dissipated during the few minutes of my occupancy. I returned to the table. She asked me if I enjoyed myself. I smirked and told her something like that. Our other friend looked at me expecting more details but I didn't offer any up. I figured that some things may be better left to her imagination.
Matthew
Smell
I enjoyed Optional Dev's posts about the odor of poop. I am interested too in the smell of my creations. I eat a lot of fiber and have large, satisfying daily bowel movements, usually at work around 10 AM after a cup of coffee that I nurse on the bus on the way to work. My stools are usually easy to pass and soft with a little gas. After I push out my stool, I like to separate my legs, look at what I created, and then sniff the air. My bowel movements are usually quite smelly.
I work at a large medical school and usually the bathrooms when I go are busy with young men having their bowel movements. Depending upon the state of the air freshening system, I can often smell their poops. Sometimes, the odor is fruity and not too offensive. Sometimes though, the smell is very sharp and pungent. It's amusing how the guys deal with their smells. Sometimes, a guy in the stall next door will flush immediately after dropping. This is almost like yelling, "Sorry dude, this one is really bad." Most guys don't seem to care, and I often wonder if they might even be proud of their aroma. How interesting this topic is!Jasmin K
Big hard poops and more
Hi it's been ages since I last posted, I've been so busy with work then being away on holiday I haven't had time to think about toilet stuff it's been difficult enough finding time for the long bathroom visits I need..
I have a few days off now and have just done a huge poo but not yet empty which I will talk about when I've made a couple of comments from looking through the posts this morning.
Firstly Hi to Mila
I understand the problems your having and at your age I had very similar problems (see my old posts) in fact I've had poo issues from as young as I remember and still do.
Don't be too worried about your bum bleeding or hurting - it happens when your poo is hard or large especially if you have to strain hard to get it out. The diet and fibre stuff helps but I tried that and decided to eat what I liked and just deal with the large hard poo's and sore bums.
Ok so my poo this morning was the result of not going for about 5 days due to being so busy and not having time for a long sit on the toilet, it's been a case of 10 minutes and if it's not out then holding untill next day( as readers of my old posts will know this is not my normal toiletting routene which is staying on the toilet straining untill I do it)
Over the last week I've only done little hard pebbles and had to give up before I'd even done more than a couple of them and go to work and been so busy it's been crisps / chocolate bars /'sweets that I've been eating, That was until 2'days ago when my mum made a vegetable heavy meal and I was home early enough to eat a load of it. I think that helped to push everything through. I went on the toilet for my usuall morning sit and started straining hard and as I had time I strained really hard, I checked under me as I knew I was full and as I was straining my bum was bulging down it felt like a solid log came out but it was just the inside of my bum poking out ( I've been told it's a prolaps) it doesn't bother me and I just kept on straining and was staying there untill I'd done a decent poo. After a few minutes I started to plip out little peanut sised pebbles then I felt a log stretching my bum and the pipe bit sticking out my bum. I pushed down hard it kept getting further out and stretching me more. it felt so thick and lumpy but hard I just had to keep straining to get this out.and kept squirting jets of pee. It took about 30 minutes before it splashed into the water. My bum was sore so I wiped and eased the prolapse back inside and stood to check what I'd done, it was sticking up out of the water solid and about 2 inches across and probably 8-10 inches long, I couldn't tell how much was in the water as my bum bleeding had turned the water red and I had dropped paper in as well.
I didn't feel completely empty so flushed that away and then sat down and strained again but noting except the inside bit came out.. I kept straining and eventually did another lumpy log followed by a solid but more smooth piece followed by a couple of small sausages that really smelled. I pushed the bit back up and wiped again.
That it for this time
Jaz KOptional Dev
Best dump ever.
The other day in school i felt the need to take a dump. It was noon, around lunch time. I had been pretty gassy the day before, and on the day of the dump. Since then I still have been pretty gassy. I guess my body is used to the new routine.
The day before, lunch and dinner consisted of a hamburger, fries, and soft serve chocolate ice cream with crushed oreos and soda. At lunch they had little mini corn dog things and i had some of those. i stayed up late that night and in the middle of the night ate an entire bag of sausage style beef jerky. I had also eaten cut up apple slices from home as well.
So anyway it was lunchtime and i had been passing stinky gas ( smelling like damp grass) and i knew i needed to poop. i decided to head back to my dorm toilet. It is winter so i had my thick winter coat on. I had my earbuds in listening to alt rock music and i didn't want to take them out.
i pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet. even through the ear buds playing music, i could hear some loud gas induced by poop shooting out of me. it was an explosion. for a couple more minutes it felt like it just kept coming and coming. it felt good. I felt very light at the end of it. This was rare for me to have pressure to go that matched the volume in the toilet.
when i got up, it was amazing. the center of the bowl was full! A mass of stinky poop that look like a lot of freakishly large worms piling on top of each other. The back of the toilet bowl and some of the sides were dotted in poop dots from the first explosion.
I stand to wipe my butt and so i admired it as i wiped my butt and watched as i tossed the paper covered in brown fall into the toilet. it was all soft poo. it flushed no problem. it left a ton of skidmarks and of course the explosion dots. there was a toilet brush. but i didn't touch it. i loved what i left. i pulled up my pants and washed my hands and went to go eat lunch.
i hope you liked this story. it is rare that i have one worth of a ton of detail.
btw LC, i love the story of you destroying the toilet in the bar. i love reading about you pooping. i can picture it well. i am sure we'd be great buddy dump buds if we knew each other.
Catherine, i just wanted to say again that i am glad to have you be a part of this forum again, even if you can't check in as often as you once did. you have been a long time favorite of mine.
Something for me i have noticed (because nothing about me gets to be normal) is that when i really have to poop, most of the time it isn't a big urge, and when i barely have to poop, its a huge urge. does anyone know why that might be? This story was one of the rare examples of when i really had to go as much as i felt i did.
i love you all, continue to enjoy pooping/peeing/farting. continue enjoying the experience.
Thursday, November 14, 2019
J
A poo in school
Today before school I went to McDonald's and got a McDonald's breakfast cause I was hungry and had some time before I had to be in school
I ate it and then walked to school got in about 10 mins before the bell I went to first lesson and my stomach started feeling abit weird I was sat next to my friend and he always farts we just luagh about it and my stomach felt abit bloated so let some out it smelt so bad and I knew I was gonna have diarrhea my friend even siad to me he was like Ur deffo having the shits later like the first burnt when they came out and stunk really bad luckily no one in the ckass guessed it wa some but my friend knew anyway in second lesson I was still letting out these smelly farts I gues it was as I wa sdigesting it I just had a constant supply of gas cause it must've been some bad food anyway when I was in 4th lesson before lunch my stomach really started hurting and it was near the start of the lesson I realised quickly that I'm going to need to poo very soon other wise it was gna be very embarrassing I was sat next to my friend and let out a fart and I felt something less air like exit I quickly got up asked to go to the toilet but someone else was already gone and had the only toilet pass so I had to wait it was the longest 5 minutes if my life I could literally feel my ass shaking form holding this mess in I was sweating finally the person got back I asked if I could go now the teacher said yes and I took the toilet pass and waddled as fast as I ever have as soon as I got in the boys toilets 1 person was in ther already pooping made me feel less embarrassed because no one poops in school as soon as I got into the stall I dropped my pants and instantly my poo started crackling out like Uno the sound when it's sloppy and it crackles that sound and it just shot out and gas escaped after each log all u could hear was just so many plops mixed with crackling and farts the guy next to me sounded constipated so I was kinda glad I was in my position instantly I smelt my poo it smelt horrible I felt bad for the poor guy next to me after about 5 minutes of pooping I looked in the bowl and I could see the water it was all floating and there was loads on the side of the bowl it was a big mess someone else came in the bathroom and said wtf to themselves th other guy was still next toEnd Stall Em
Gender neutral bathrooms at college
My friend Reese, three years younger than me, is getting acquainted with the gender neutral bathrooms in our huge dormitory. We hang out a lot when I'm not at my boyfriend Spencer's apartment, I got her a part-time job at the mall I work at, and we get along pretty well. Like me, we come from conservative families and these giant restrooms, each serving one floor of the dorm, are bigger than big. Imagine a long room, separated by a big wall, like 30 toilets on one side, about that many urinals on the other side, dozens of sinks at each end, and an entrance or exit at each end.
Reese has been treated for constipation problems before and at one time was required to maintain a poop diary provided by her doctor. Although college is 90% more laid back than high school with no bells limiting bathroom time and really rude toilet users, Reese was grossed out one morning about 7:30 when she was sitting for her crap. I was on the toilet in the student union and she texted me to tell me that this guy came into the toilet to her left, didn't lift the seat, and immediately sprayed his urine over the toilet, onto the panel separating the two stalls, and a little got splashed on her left foot.
Unfortunately she had just gotten out of bed and was in bare feet, a mistake she said she will never make again. I told her he probably came in drunk, slept in his clothes, and now was flushing his infected kidneys. I texted her that I had laid a long and soft one that extended from the bowl hole all the way to above the water line. I flushed it while she and I were texting. Then I re-seated myself to begin the wiping process. She knows the problems I have with thoroughly cleaning myself in such situations and that it might take two or even three cycles for me to fully clean myself. I know Reese gets kind of envious, but I try to show her some empathy, but having guys right next to you or waiting on the other side of a semi-privacy door isn't something you can prepare for.
Both Reese and I are early risers, mostly due to a 8 a.m. class. So we've begun meeting in the dorm bathroom about 5:30 each morning. We use adjacent toilets, talk and I find it is taking some of Reese's anxiety away as she waits for her crap to come out. Last week she held to a schedule of 4 of the 5 days. Her mom would be proud, although I don't think she's giving her mom a day-to-day account. And she's not required to fill out the doctor's log book poop diary as was the case a couple of years ago. But on Friday morning Reese and I were on our toilets talking when we heard footsteps hurriedly come in. The person
threw the door to the stall next to me open, closed it, and I heard a large amount of toilet paper being yanked off the roll. Reese texted me What are they doing? I replied back that its probably a f*****' clean seat freak whose building a nest to take a 20 second sit on the seat. And she's using the wiping paper of the next three or four users, Reese replied. I texted that I agreed. After the toilet seat was neatly lined, the jeans dropped to the floor and immediately it seemed as if a fire hose had been turned on. Both me and Reese exchanged texts about some really irreverent things about the girl that can't be printed here. There was absolutely no movement of the legs or feet for almost three minutes of the fierce pee.
Then the phone rang in that stall. The person answered with an obscene greeting and in a really gruff voice. We were both startled because it was a guy and he was apparently late in getting to the dining hall. He mentioned twice how he was taking his morning Leak and getting his usual hard-on until the call interrupted him. He must have put the phone right down closer to the water when he stood, flushed and then bragged to the caller that that was evidence that he was not over-sleeping again. He stood, pulled up his jeans and walked out still talking on the phone. Reese couldn't figure out how he used all the toilet tissues and I explained to her that some guys prefer to sit to pee. My Spencer is one of them. He lined the seat at my parents house
the first time he visited and he does that anytime he uses a toilet away from home. I explained to Reese that some guys are see simply more comfortable sitting to pee, in privacy, rather than at a urinal with other guys sneaking a look at their junk.
I know that Reese is being exposed to some things in our dorm's gender neutral bathrooms that are surprising to her. The bathrooms have their advantages and disadvantages, too, I guess.Deb
Hi everyone, my name is Deb.
My last post was about my first accident when I was 12 years old, in grade seven. I had had diarrhea that day and went in my pants. I also got my very first period that day as well. I wanted to keep writing about my accident history, but I had another one just last Friday that I wanted to share...
My husband recently started working at a shipping company and he works the early morning shift. He leaves for work at around 3am and usually gets home between 7:30 or 8am.
Our daughter woke up at 6am so we went downstairs for breakfast. After that was done we went down to our basement, which is also where our main entrance is. I had the tv on for her and we were playing around with her toys. Just before 7:30, I was getting some cramps, but it wasn't too bad. Just before my husband came home, I had a bad cramp and knew I needed to use the toilet. I went to pick up our daughter and as I bent over, I let out a wet fart. I could feel a rush of diarrhea want to come out. Another fart came out, this time with a squelch and started having diarrhea in my pink hipster panties and pyjama bottoms.
A minute or so after I filled my panties, I could hear my husband coming in. He came in and said "Hi". I just looked at him and didn't really say anything. I was just like, "uhh..." and another rush of diarrhea shot out of me. He came over to me and asked what was wrong. I told him that I had a bad cramp and that I just pooped my panties really badly. He took our daughter while I went upstairs to get cleaned up.
The mess was really bad and had leaked through my panties and was leaking down my legs. I showered and got ready for work.
My husband drove me to work that day because it had snowed and I'm not a fan of driving in the snow. He dropped me off and told me to let him know if I needed anything.
About a half an hour after I go to work, my period started. Luckily I was wearing a pad in my white satin hipster panties, but it was just a regular one. I also had on jeans.
I texted my husband..:
"I just got my period"
A few minutes later he replied,
"Ahh jeez. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
I said,
"No, not yet. It's not that heavy right now."
He said,
"Okay, let me know."
A while later I had to get up from my desk to get something. When I got up I felt a huge gush which made me squeeze my knees together. I thought to myself, "oh my god!" I grabbed my purse and went to the washroom to check things out. My pad was soaked and had already leaked over the back and also through my panties and jeans. The wings of my pad were soaked as well. It was a really bad leak and I was bleeding heavily. I went to change my pad, but realized that I didn't have any extras with me. I pulled up my panties and jeans and went back to my desk to text my husband.
Me: "Hey. I need you"
Several minutes later...
Him: "Hey, sorry. What's going on?"
Me: "My period just got super heavy. Can you bring me a few things?"
Him: "Yes, of course. What do you need?"
Me: "Clean panties. Pants, black ones. And pads. The heavy ones. The ones with the purple packaging."
Him: "Okay no problem."
Me:" Thank you!"
A few minutes later:
Him: "We are on our way"
Me: "Thank god! It's bad. Really bad. I'm bleeding so heavily."
Him: "I'm sorry. We will be there soon."
As I was waiting, I tied my sweater around my waist to hide my accident. When my husband got to my work, me came in with our daughter and gave me the bag wth my pads, panties and pants. He stayed while I changed and got cleaned up. He took home my soiled clothes and washed everything out for me, including my pyjamas and panties that I had diarrhea in earlier in the morning.
I'm still bleeding heavily. This whole peri-menopause thing really sucks.
Thank you,
Deb.
Peter
Toilet Blockages
Greetings from Australia.
I am a semi regular visitor to this fun site and enjoy the posts,particularly those from the ladies.
I am intrigued by the number of people submitting stories about their loads blocking the toilet.You must have very narrow sewerage pipes in the U.S. Here in Australia,no ones load on it's own would block a toilet.The only way you block a toilet here is to go over the top with the toilet paper.
Best wishes to everyone!
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Taylor
The time I crapped my pants.
Hi guys I hope you are well. I spent some time with my family yesterday and I was reminded of a story from my childhood. When I was seven years old my sister,my mother and I was locked out of the house and we needed to wait an hour or so for my dad to get home and let us in.
I really needed to pee and no neighbours were home so I couldn't use their bathroom. After a while I couldn't hold it any longer and completely wet myself. My family was sympathetic at least. I needed to poop as well so I said I still needed to go. My mother said something like "You've started in your clothes Taylor you might as well finish" She thought I still needed to pee.
I will never forget the look of horror on her face as I stopped holding my poop and a bulge developed in the back of my tracksuit bottoms. She couldn't get upset with me because technically she did tell me to do it. I had followed her instructions to the letter. When my dad got home I cleaned up and it was never mentioned again... Except for family reunions like this!
Pee&Poo
Great BM Day
First off I would like to say that I prefer squating when I poo.
1) I find when finished their is less to wipe from your cheeks
2) I enjoy watching my poo come out.
Had two great BM's today. The first shortly after waking up. Droped a long thick poo to start followed by some shorter ones but just as thick.
Second BM was about two hours latter. Sooft but weel formed. Six to eight inches long not to thick. Six came out right in a row.
Very pleasurable morningBianca
Quick Ones
Today was another one of those quick days concerning my poo. My stuff was sloppy/loose, and I estimate I went almost 5 times again! Interestingly, I wasn't stressed today, and since I've eaten fatty stuff before without this problem (in the evening for instance) it just seems to come and go like this. The good news is that it didn't get in the way, nor was it overly urgent. I enjoy interesting stories from other people, so bring them on! hopefully, you find my poop history interesting, too. I still think a physical change in the invironment such as being more productive might fix things. Bye!
Sonya Sue
Halloween, diarrhea & Lacy
I will probably remember 2019's Halloween for a while. I woke up that morning in my dorm with my gut feeling funny, 90 minutes to get more studying done for my mid-term in poly sci, the need to find 5 more sources for a research paper, but still needing to meet up with this girl Lacy who was one of about 20 needy children a group I belonged to "adopted" for trick & treating and a party afterward.
As I sat on the only available toilet of about 30 in our floor's dorm bathroom, I was still in my jammies but I made a mental note to wear my oldest undies and jeans because the fireworks in my gut told me this was going to be a diarrhea day. The first spurt came about 2 minutes into my sit, followed by gas, and then 3 more spurts. As I grabbed for the toilet paper, I could feel more draining going on. My boyfriend and I had celebrated his birthday the night before. The overeating and drinks were now exiting. I worried about being able to sit nearly 2 hours writing my poly sci exam without a bathroom trip or two. As it turned out an hour later I decided to sit for a moment in the 1st floor bathroom of Arts and Science Hall. I think I released another half cup or so. That took me through the exam, but not by much. Within a minute of me turning my exam in, I was back on the same toilet. This time it was a couple of semi-formed chunks. This got my hopes up that the worst was over. It wasn't.
Three more sits while I worked in the library would come. Almost an hour in between each. The last couple seemed to be more yellowish. With the exception of a couple of cups of tea, as a substitute for my usual black coffee, I hadn't eaten. While my research went well, I was still feeling and burning and commotion in my gut. With each dump, I got rid of more diarrhea. I felt better for a few minutes, but then the cycle started back up. By my 4th or 5th sit my arse was starting to ache and when wiping I was starting to get more pink and then red on the toilet paper I wiped with.
I was hopeful but late in the afternoon that I was going to be what my mom refers to as "all cleaned out." I wasn't. I reported to our field house at 5 p.m. to meet this darling 6-year-old. Lacy was in this adorable queen costume. A photographer took our picture together and my assignment sheet listed a trip to the nearby bathroom as mandatory before we got on the bus and were taken to a designated neighborhood for trick and treating. I had to pull up Lacy's costume and partially boost her up onto the adult-size toilet. She began her pee immediately and within 30 seconds she was on her feet and I reached back and flushed. The line was 3 and 4 deep for each of the 6 toilets. I hadn't eaten anything so I was confident my diarrhea was over.
The short bus ride and the bouncing around on a couple of unpaved streets with deep ruts and some tree branches that really scared the kids because the raked noisily against the windows, caused my gut to start feeling bad again. It had been at least 3 hours since my butt had been on the toilet. My assignment sheet said I was to take Lacy to 10 homes with lights on and then wait with her for the bus to return for the pickup run. She tooted twice, although I don't think she knew I had heard it. The only question was could we get the trick or treating done without a bathroom break. And if we needed one, what could be do. Rules signed by her mom, me and our volunteer administrator said we could not enter a person's home.
We made pretty good time getting around to the houses, although there were a lot of other visitors at the same time, too. Once done, we were about 15 minutes ahead of bus pickup when I started to feel gas and diarrhea coming on. We couldn't eat any of the candy since it had to be run through a portable scanner once we got back to the field house. I was becoming more nauseous as I thought of alternatives. I was thinking of squatting over by a tree, but figured it would just run down my leg. So as we were walking back toward the bus stop I spotted one of those toilet portables in front of a house that was being built. I gingerly opened the door (thank god it wasn't locked) and I seated myself for another load of diarrhea. It came in one pop and was over in 10 seconds. There wasn't any toilet paper but I didn't care because I knew I had my oldest pair of undies on. In coming out and grabbing Lacy's hand because the ground was hilly and rocky, she said she had to go also. I asked her which one. She said pee. I opened the door for her and again she wasted no time on the toilet. She came out, said she felt better, and we walked to the bus stop.
Back on campus before some games were started and cake, cookies and cider were served, Lacy had to use the toilet one more time. This was a rather large poop and she was on the toilet, swinging her legs for about 5 minutes in order to accomplish it. She walked over the the side and flushed it on her own. Then we went back to the program.
Brandon
Goodwill pee
It was when I was in this job training program for goodwill where I would go out to different places or stay at the goodwill there so after working that day on the way back home I developed an urge to piss and it was gonna be awhile til I got home because there were other people on this drivers route so I tried holding it and it was working for awhile but when it was my turn to go home as i was the last on the route.....I would usually bring my lunch with me in my lunch box so I thought about peeing in it cause I was getting desperate but didn't want to end up having to rinse it out but I got a better naughtier idea as I was nearing home and close to possibly peeing my pants.i first checked to see if the driver was paying attention to me/looking back towards me then I slowly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing piss filled dick and aimed at the seat in front of me and released a torrent of hot piss for nearly a minute onto the seat and floor then snuck my dick back in and zipped up then after like 5 minutes I was home
Crystal
Desperate at the beach
Hi my name is crystal I am an 18 year old girl 5"5 blonde hair I was reading on this site after I discovered it after searching for someone with a similar story to mine that happened to during the summer at the beach I really enjoy reading the post hear and hope everyone enjoyes my post ^_^.
This happened during the summer me and a few friends were at the beach on our way we decided to eat some breakfast we were planning an early day of fun in the sun. I was wearing a sky blue bikini and as we were on our way the tacos were already making there move aswell as the lemonade I had .
As we got there I told my friends were I was heading and made my way there . Once I entered the ladies room there was only two stalls and both were occupied and a girl was ahead of me she smiled at me and I smiled back as I cross my legs as one of the stalls opened up and the other girl farted as she quickly started wiping and I was able to replace her as I pulled down my bottoms to my ankles as I started peeing and the girl to my right that was ahead of me had her red bottoms to her ankles and was pushing down her toes as she was grunting .
I also got started on my poop I didn't have to push as it started coming out of me as I was plopping away as I gave a sigh of relief as I was on the toilet for a little and was able to get done quickly wiped up washed my hands and left as the girl was still trying to poop as I she was constipaded as I wanted to give her some privacy.Optional Dev
To LC
That is an intense story LC. It is impressive what you did to that story. i could easily hear it crackling out in my mind. I wouldn't have minded the smell. I am kind of curious about it. I liked that you described what you smelled in your smell. The smell is one of the coolest part about poop. i also like how you tell the story. you are very detailed. you paint a good picture. clearly you pay a lot of attention in the moment as to what is coming out of your butt. i appreciate that. This was a good story. At least no one was in the bathroom after you came out with it being clogged. I think it is awesome that you made it reek though. its a natural and primal thing. it probably would have gone down if you had done a courtesy flush earlier into your first pile of turds coming out.
Optional Dev
Skidmark Question
I am not sure if this is common or not. At least for me, this seems unusual. My last poop made skidmarks. The skidmarks eventually settled into the toilet bowl hole. I thought that was weird. usually they stay right where they are until the toilet flushes again or a toilet brush is used. so i am unsure what caused them to drop. I peed later and then the sunken skidmarks went on the journey to find the poop that made them.
the question is, have any of you ever had skidmarks sink into the toilet bowl hole?
Erin S
Intro -- My Freshman Year
Hi all --
I'll start by introducing myself my name's Erin I'm 18 -- I live in Maryland but am a freshman at a state college in the North East US. My first semester has been great minus dealing with the "dorm life" bathroom situation. I'm in the Old Dorms on campus (built in the 1950s) which only have large, gender neutral bathrooms. Starting college and making friends is hard of course but I think I speak for every girl in America when I say that having to share a bathroom with the your male friends is a whole lot worse.
Im an early morning girl mainly because of the dorm situation if I'm being honest. As soon as I have my coffee it's time to go. And I mean it's TIME to go, I need to be on the throne within minutes or I'd be in a world of trouble I don't even want to imagine (especially since we share showers and a laundry room).
Today I was up around six getting ready for my 9am psych class. My roomate Charlotte (I call her Charle) was out of town to visit her highschool friends in Massachussets. I toasted a bagel in our toaster and poured myself a mug of cold brew coffee from the fridge. And woof did I feel it immediately.
My stomach was churning and I knew I needed to go, but atleast it was too early for anyone else to be up. I pulled a tshirt on and rushed to the facilities, cutting on the lights and sprinting into the first stall, prarie dogging the whole way.
Y'all I let loose in this stall. Farting and honestly filling the bowl because I hadn't gone in two days. It stunk to high heaven in that bathroom. I finally finished and wiped a few times. I turned around to inspect my work and there was a massive log poking out of the water and jesus it smelled worse than I thought. I flushed and walked out feeling five pounds lighter.
And immediately made eye contact with my friend Evan, who was at the sink, quietly shaving. He stared at me. I thought, uh haha he mumbled looking down. Thought that was a guy he murmured. I sprinted out of the bathroom without saying a word, leaving my stench behind..
Anyone else had a rough time in a gender neutral bathroom in their day?
Bianca
Details
Hi everyone! It seems I got some details mixed up on my other story. My first poop felt effortless, and my second had the gas sensation. I had a chunky poop this morning before breakfast, and a smaller more solid one later. To Marie: You were very creative in turning an abandoned play house into a potty! To who posted about the multiple toilet clogs, doing it twice in one day is quite a lot of poop. Bye!
I've been keeping up on reading here once in a while.
Catherine,
Sorry to hear your family got sick! That's never fun! I'm glad you enjoyed Your powerful poops. I actually love a good, noisy, powerful case of diarrhea! The only time I don't like it is when it's a small stream of liquid that just sets your anus on fire. Not fun!
There is just something really pleasurable about a powerful blast! Lots of gas, chunky, gloppy poop that sprays the toilet bowl, and then the booming toilet bowl farts! It's my time to let loose and have a blast and it feels so good!
Victoria B.
I loved your mirror dump! Gotta love toilet selfies when you have someone special to share them with! I have used a few toilets with mirrors in front of, or beside the toilet. Once I was in a very fancy bathroom with a whole mirror wall beside the toilet! It's a fantastic and sexy view! It feels good to see myself on the toilet. Sometimes I have hoovered a bit so I could see my poop hanging out. I might have to see about getting a mirror by my toilet!
By the way I agree, echoy toilet bowl farts are the best!
Well, gotta leave for now. Happy pooping!
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Bianca
Poop Moments
Hi folks. I just now thought of something regards to my childhood that's worth mentioning. From what I remember, there were times I wasn't allowed from school staff to have milk products, because they thought it was the cause of my accidents. I thought this had occurred at the school for the blind in Austin when I went for part of my elementary school years. I even think I had an accident one day while wearing a velour dress, and either sitting in the nurse's office or the principal's. It's too bad to have poop memories that have become fuzzy over the years! Anyway, I felt gas shifting from below while waiting for the HOP bus, and knew a messy poo was coming on. As you all know, sometimes with an urgent poop, your intestines start rumbling. I felt a bit of that today too, but I also felt a drop sensation from my rectum area as if an air bubble burst inside. I also had a needy poop earlier this morning after breakfast before putting on my shoes. As is the case with the second poop, it was messy, but was nearly effortless. You know, as you sit on the toilet, you involuntarily start pushing it out. However, unlike the second poop, I didn't feel gas. Bye everyone.Rose Y
Bianca: I think I know what might have caused your mysterious whirring sound!
Sometimes when toilets need to be installed in places where the pipes are smaller than normal, toilets will have a macerator installed with them. Essentially it works like a food disposal once things have gone down the toilet, so everything is in liquid form to make it down the smaller pipes.
So, if you had a poop in that bowling alley toilet, odds are your turds got shredded on their way down.Tim E.
To Alex - Peeing on a Wall
Hey Alex! I have a story that happened to me when I was in my teens. I too have a fascination with peeing and men's rooms and that sort of thing. I decided that one day I would pee on a wall in a men's room instead of in a urinal. And so I did. It was amazing for sure! At first as I peed there was no one in the room with me, but then after I began to pee for a few seconds another guy walked in. I was both nervous and excited, wondering how he'd respond to me peeing on the wall like that. Then to my surprise, he walked up next to me and began to pee on the wall too. It was awesome! I actually made him think that the wall was a urinal! There was a drain nearby, so I guess it did look like it could have been a urinal. And so we both peed there. It was awesome to be peeing on that wall. It was a tiled wall, and I defintely felt the splashback, like you said. It was like a little sprinkle, even like a misty rain. I couldn't feel the other guy's pee though because he wasn't close enough to me, but I could see out of the corner of my eye his pee stream running down to the floor. It's funny that he didn't think anything of it. And also that he didn't notice the urinals on the other side of the room. I was glad since I wasn't sure how he'd respond. I also felt so cool becasue I actually made him think that the wall was a urinal. Of course I didn't dare say a word, I just waited for him to finish, and enjoyed the fact that he was peeing there with me. But then something happened. Another guy suddenly came in. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Then suddenly I heard the words "Dude! The urinals are over here!" and then the guy next to me said "What? What the f***??" That's when he knew it was my fault. Of course he figured I was just stupid, not doing it on purpose. He cussed me out like crazy though, and said something like "I've got a good mind to make you clean that f***in' wall!!" Then he left, and so did the other guy when he was done. I still felt cool though. I stayed in there for a while longer. It was amazing to see all the pee on the wall and on the floor, slowly trickling into the drain. Thanks Alex for reminding me of that wonderful memory! And yes, I too wish I could see and use a round circular urinal trough!
Catherine
Response to Mila
Mila,
This is not exactly the question you asked, but if you go back through the forum, I have helped my daughters when they are sick. However, since I've only known them for a few years (they are not mine biologically), I haven't been with them through every twist and turn of life. I did introduce them to my diet, which is high and fiber and full of vegetarian recipes, vegetables, fruit and grains. They have commented on how large but soft and easy that it is to poop since I began cooking for the family.
I would encourage you to talk to your mother. Those issues are not normal and can have adverse effects on your health. I am a pharmacist, not a doctor. But for what it's worth, I encourage you to add cereals high in fiber to your diet. I eat Cheerios with All Bran buds sprinkled on them every morning. I changed from Fiber One, but that's a good cereal as well. Eat whole grain foods, wheat bread, plenty of fruit and vegetables. Also, drink plenty of water. Lastly, I eat Oikos Yogurt, but adding any yogurt to your diet will help. But tell your mother! You need to take care of your health right now, because it will cause problems as you get older.
I know it may be impossible to control every aspect of your diet right now, but do what you can to get the nutrition you need. As someone told me once, what you see in the toilet is an indication of what's going on inside you.
I hope you are well, that this didn't scare you, and that you will take charge of your health so that you can live the incredible life you were meant to live!
Love,
Catherine!Carin
Inquisitive Ian
The other day I was returning Ian, who is 5, to his father after having a visitation weekend with his mom, who sales real estate and unfortunately had an open house come up on both Saturday and Sunday. There's about a 40 mile drive between his parents, who are separated.
I drink a lot of fluids. I try to have those I babysit drink a lot too because I know its good for their health. So here we are, my bladder bursting, but near a rest stop on the interstate. Ian told me his grandma has a jar she has him pee in when they are on long drives. I told him my driving complicated most peeing options. He said something so nice and kind of funny that I just wanted to reach over a hug him.
We finally got to this rest stop place. The driveway was long and there were three trucks ahead of us inching along. If Ian hadn't been with me I probably would have considered a couple of other things out of my desperation.
Finally after I got a parking space, which was the farthest down from the toilets, I took Ian's hand and took him over this grassy area as fast as I could without dragging him. When we got to the ladies room I yanked the door open, lifted and almost threw him up the step as I ran for the first toilet.
I had Ian close the door behind us. Of course, he had an awkward grip on it and it bounced back open. I yanked my torn jeans down and my thong mid-way to my drop onto the seat. I hadn't even noticed the seat was down, as I remember it. Luck for me, I guess, when you consider the options.
I found it humorous a bit as I saw Ian standing almost nose and forehead against the door. Much of the lock was missing and he was doing me a big favor. I reached past my red underwear to get at my jeans pocket at floor level. I took out a half-eaten candy bar and handed it to Ian to keep him occupied because he's at that awkward age where I don't know what to do with him in such situations.
In fumbling with the wrapper, Ian dropped the candy which slid backwards very close to a couple of pee spots the size of a couple of quarters between my legs. As he turned to pick up the candy, I grabbed at my clothing and raised it to almost knee level. As he ate his candy, Ian asked me if the pee on the floor in front of the toilet was mine. I knew it could have been, but I told him to turn around and give me my privacy. I'm a noisy pee-er and this was a 1 1/2 minute sit. To make matters worse, I saw some words marked on the inside of the door in front of Ian that I didn't want him to ask about. The name scribbled about the governor was bad; I could only hope that the three syllables were over Ian's comprehension.
I quickly wiped, but when I stood my butt stuck to the seat for a second or two. Ian laughed at the thud it made when I used to my right hand to separate it from my butt.
Back on the road for the last 10 miles of the drive Ian asked me several questions about the pee between my feet when I sat on the toilet. And he asked what caused the seat to stick to my butt. He's the most inquisitive 5-year-old I've babysat.
I didn't want to give him too much information so I tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. However, I remembered when we stopped at a gas station a couple of months earlier when he had to crap. He had several questions about that experience too.
Because I'm only his babysitter, I don't want to piss off is parents because they are going through a delicate situation.
Do you guys think I did the right thing?Deb
My first accident
Hello, my name is Deb and I have posted a few times here before. I'm my last post, I wrote about the first time I went on a date with my husband and how I had diarrhea a few days before our date and then had a bad period accident during the concert we went to. It started thinking back to other accidents I have had. Here is what I can remember of the first time I pooped my pants...
It was way back in 1988 when I was 12 years old. It was towards the September, at the beginning of grade seven on a Wednesday.
That morning I wasn't feeling the best. My ???? was off but I wasn't sick. I was just feeling off.
I went to school on the bus. Before our morning recess, I started feeling really bad and was having bad cramps. I went outside with my friends during recess. All of a sudden I felt a terrible urge to poop. It came on really quickly. I tried getting inside to the girls room, but I couldn't make it. I ended up having a really soft diarrhea poop in my bikini panties in the school yard. I went to the girls room to try and clean up, but I only moved the mess around my panties. The bell rang and I pulled up my panties and jeans. It felt so gross. I wanted to cry.
I still had to go during class. I was having diarrhea by then and it kept slipping out, filling up my panties and spreading all around.
I didn't feel like eating too much at lunch but I went outside with my friends to our hangout area anyway. During lunch I had to go again and let out another load in my pants. I started oozing out of the leg holes of my panties and was going down the insides of my jeans. I also felt wet in the front area, like I had peed my pants without realizing it. I looked down and realized that I had also gotten my period for the first time.
My friends noticed that I was bleeding through my pants. I told them that I wasn't feeling well and that's i was going to see about going home. When I got up to go, the mess in my pants sloshed around and was also leaking through my jeans. I was in quite a state.
They helped me walk back into the school and to reception so I could call my mum. My one friend told the receptionist that I was sick with diarrhea and that I had also gotten my period. So the receptionist called my mum and told her that I needed to be picked up. I could hear her tell my mum that I was sick and had a bad accident. I heard her whisper "diarrhea" and "she also got her period". I was so embarrassed.
When my mum got to my school, she came in and signed me out. She gave me a hug and led me out to her car. By now the front of my pants were soaked in blood and I was still have diarrhea in my panties.
We got home and I got cleaned up in my shower. My mum brought me some clean clothes and some pads. I remember the pads being really big and bulky, not at all like what I use today. These ones had little tabs to keep help keep them in place in my panties, but not full wings like they are today.
I had many accidents during my first period as I kept bleeding through my pad and clothes. Growing up, I continued to have accidents with my period and the diarrhea was so bad at times that I would have accidents. I will be back to tell some of those other stories later.
Thank you, Deb.
Ta
To tim
I also am in Tokyo at the moment for a few months I've only been here a month and just about getting used to it but I have the opposite problem than you I have diarrhea alot due to ibs and in Tokyo my daily routines been messed up than my usual life I have had a hard time adjusting to the public toilets cause some are squat and then if Ur lucky in a nice place it's a fancy toilet
Anyway my first week in Tokyo I was having the worst days ever because of the stress the stress makes my stomach worse and i was walking in one of the main streets when the urge took over and I ran into a public toilet and as I was running there it started coming out I got into a stall and it was a squat as I started squatting and pulling my pants diw it just splurted out and completely missed the squat toilet and landed on the floor next to it I quickly realized that as I looked to either side of me the gap between the stalls are surprisingly unprivate I could see other people's butts and BM coming out and they could see my well accident and what followed after that of my loud loose bowel movements and I seen a few people peaking under to see what all the noise was
I'll let Uno the rest of my weeks events from Tokyo another time but that was one of the things that happend on my first week